Have you ever thought
That those sprinkled words
You once left
On your personal notes
Are just heavy memories
Wishing to be brought
To the surface?
They swirl mid air
In your dusty wooden workshop
Wishing for you
To purge them
To alchemize them
To transmute the black matter
Into pure light
Into sparkles and delight
No matter
How relentless they are
To how many treacherous lands
They’ve taken us so far
The message of hope for us all
Is: “May we always find
Bravery, Space and Time
To tame the chimeras
That wander freely in our minds
Bring them to our side
And dance in unison
With the utmost delight.”
FOLLOW ME
By Frank Daub
I am sensing my dimensions.
That I have them, I am aware.
The challenge is in knowing.
The tragedy is to care.
Dimensions, definitions
limitations -- all.
The work is not to choose,
But prevent an entrapping wall.
Requirements? Only natural.
Before ending, to make a choice.
“Follow Me”, a haunting message
Follow Me – an eternal voice.
The kingdom of summer passes swiftly on the breeze,
Few golden days to mortal heads are bequeathed
Aye, there is beauty in the bronze upon the bough,
But swiftly it will fade to a dull and lifeless hue.
For the kiss of the sun fades with the dawn's biting chill,
The leaves cascade, without want or will.
If only outstretched hand and a voice heavy with command
Could cling to summer's mane and bid the season stand.
But one cannot hold back the turning tide of the season,
No matter the strength of desire or reason.
So we must retreat and stoke the fire,
And await the return of all we desire.
For green paradise shall return in due time,
And the kingdom of summer shall once again reign divine.
Scarcely had the snow melted
when the violet crocuses bloomed.
I gaze at your crimson scarf—
the one you left behind a year ago
as you vanished into the amethyst dusk.
Once again, I have watched through a hematite night;
a burgundy dawn slowly fades away,
and still, I wait for your iridescent return.
FAITH, HOPE AND CHARITY
Who cometh these shores
On dusk's dark tide
Tis Hope I know
With Faith she rides
Along Charity's blame
The unfortunate poor
A coin with her name
And a promise of more
On whip bitten flesh
Bridal and bit
Their equine mounts
Silent and swift
Muzzles sheen wet
Steam pistons pour
Muscles bleed sweat
These engines of war
My candles are lit
Prayers offered
Take flight
My back to the door
My door to the night
The doubt
Which I spilled
Now it has dried
Words how I wish
I never did write
Sympathy scorned
Love's ember bright
My ink
So I poured
On God's given rite
A blasphemous sin
Committed at whim
I painted their names
Their nearest of kin
Innocent all
All had their price
A bounty of gold
And silver paid twice
To my home town I pledge to my soul
To alway return to thee, my sun only set in thee
Blossom show me and brighten thou smile
Chipping and rushing is thou beautiful court
Laughter ,harmony is thou strength together we dance
In war,in cry and in ceremony
A smile in sorrow if thou goest down
But fight and struggle to rise again
Training and playing with those of our future
To love thee,and dance in merry
A dance in sorrow and never letting go never ever
When the future of the morrow stand together with the past of yesterday
We make a change
We rise and never fall even if we stumble we stand straight again like the sun.
When I Fall
By Frank Daub
When I fall unaware of sin,
is God aware of me? Does He
see sin as second chance to win
Eternity?
And if eternity’s the prize
Which degree will I find there?
The brightened streams of Paradise
Or the tempest--blackened air?
The memories of autumn
when the leaves change
and the cool wind blows
often evolve around family
Picking apples, pumpkin patches,
colors of leaves combining
as my boys jumped in piles raked
together just for that purpose
Before they reached adulthood
and went their own ways
and illness settled in our midst
Autumn represented closeness and hope
While hope still exists, the autumn
breeze doesn't smell like it anymore,
and piles of leaves don't bring laughter
as the empty nest empties the festivities
Independence and death have separated
us from our boys, yet we still have each other
Autumn looks and feels so different, but this
is where hope and love rewrite the script
But the loneliness of Autumns past and joy
that will never come again in those ways
leaves a scar but beautiful memories,
that I choose to embrace and enjoy
I wondered if all these stars;
would ever fall to the ground;
walking away, wandering around;
painfully hoping for magic to be found;
my curiosity was blissfully piqued;
when I heard that melancholic sound;
pitter patter pitter patter;
my heart was served on a platter;
out for the mindless demons to devour;
the ones who roamed on droplets left to scatter;
I looked up and saw the sign;
the absence of light;
and the gray cloudy skies;
it was my cue to leave I thought;
my brain walked but body stopped;
oh, it falls so cool, so calm;
the bead of water on my palm;
my dark orbs match the floating mystery;
letting the tears out of misery;
I look at my torn sleeve;
wounds so deep, I never had seen;
my soul cries for the time lost;
regret finds it’s solace in anger;
it overflows in me and slips away;
the stars stayed in place and didn't fall down;
but my sorrows did;
down with the rain and into the ground.
-v.s
When the night whispers your name
The silence between heartbeats
Dreams woven with stardust
Under the light of the milky moon
Every sunrise holds a promise
When the wind carries secrets
Lost in the echoes of time
Shadows dance under the moonlight
When the ocean meets the sky
In the quiet of the morning dew
The warmth of forgotten memories
In the arms of a gentle storm
When raindrops tell their stories
Lightning whispers across the sky
Embraced by the first snowfall
Under a sky painted with dreams
The melody of a distant past
When love blooms in silence
Through the lens of a fading photograph
Where do we end?
With a new beginning.
I stepped out yesterday,
with no money for food,
no money for rent.
Only a T-shirt, jeans, and shoes,
that's enough, I told myself.
In my bag, my laptop,
my copies, my pen.
I am writing two things now,
one book, Always Go Up,
and one novel about my life.
I have nothing in my hands,
but I have a dream in England,
to become a PhD doctor.
I don't know how I will pay,
I don't know how I will eat,
but I know I will make my dream come true.
up up
you climb
down down
you fall
rise up
aim high
move on
dare more
your part
you play
dream big
gear up
kickstart
press on
run fast
speed up
reach goal
stand tall
shine bright
be glad
hope lives
life thrives
joy flows
heart soars
Time seems to go faster, the older you get.
Your youth takes the hit.
Days go by.
Time won't stand still, no matter how hard I try.
Time has left me behind.
Perhaps a memory, in someone else's mind.
Days go by.
As the sun zips across the sky.
Kissing yesterday good bye.
I'm exactly where I need to be.
I see
The coming of tomorrow.
My land of no sorrow.
As far as I can see..
I was, maybe, never meant to be.
As the world passes me by.
I surely do try.
Not to cry.
As I make my way.
Through each day.
For me, life is a gift.
A smile gives the heart a lift.
Words in my head, float around
Silence, the absence of sound.
I refuse to place a knee on the ground.
I've taken life's best hit.
Still I refuse to quit.
Take a deep breath.
What is death.
Writing my rhymes.
Lost in past times.
I can still smile
No sense of style.
But I live.
Of my heart I give.
Lonely.
No one and only.
I don't mind.
I find.
Being left behind.
The more life passes me by.
The less I cry.
The winter storm rolled in with iron skies,
yet through its roar a pulse of hope stayed bright.
Green leaves, long fallen, seemed again to rise
as wind revived their memory in flight.
I held my life like currency in hand~
each choice a coin I’d saved against the cold.
The storm swept through, reshaping what I planned,
yet left behind a worth I’d never told.
Snow hammered fields, but still a faint green glow
clung to the edges where the frost gave way.
It whispered that the heart can overflow
even when storms turn daylight into gray.
And so, through winter’s rage, I learned to see
how hope can rise—my richest currency.
Sometimes pain overcomes
Through the shadows dark
Doubts assault, fears prevail
And life feels so hard
But I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again
Troubles may not vanish
Life keeps going on
Darkness spreads its gloom but
Soon will come a dawn
And I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again
Even when I give my best
Life may not applaud
Shattered heart, tears flow but
I've got faith in God
For I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again
Yes, I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again. . .
Hope shines through again. . .
15.09.2026
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